Worm Fanfics Novels & Stories

“All right. I’ll tell you something about myself, then you can tell me about one of your fantasies. Do we have a deal?” “How about I ask you about the things I want to know, then I tell you one of my fantasies?” “Clever girl. Always ask for specifics.” I nodded my thanks. “Deal. But I start first. What’s one of your fantasies, Wren?” Biting my bottom lip, I stared him straight in the face when I said, “Voyeurism. I like to watch other people fuck.” He chuckled darkly, his cock jerking against my foot, where he still held it in his lap. “You’d love my club then. I can already see you dressed in lingerie, watching as another woman is pleasured by a man.”

I can't remember the last time we had a conversation that didn't have to do with his job. If his father wasn't around, I would have ditched the summer plans we had and headed back to the city. Now, I don't know if I want to leave his father's delicious cock behind. But I still have a month to decide what to do next. In the meantime, i'll take this break to satisfy my sexual fantasies. Davin pulls me in closer to his chest, making me moan. His mouth is on mine, his tongue caressing the inside of my mouth. It's like a dance between our tongues. A dance that we both love to participate in.

Briar announces as I open it and read the first line. “Within the first two years- Open an orphanage for young wolves who have lost their parents. Arrange for adoptions for those who wish to adopt.” I read out loud. “Keep going. It gets better.” Onyx states, smiling.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

He barked out a laugh, “No, it’s just the three main factions, Werewolves, Witches, and Vampires.” Somewhere along the conversation, they had started walking again and now stepped into an open foyer where large portraits hung from the walls. “This shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder, Like I’ve been sucked into a bad fantasy romance novel.” “What’s so wrong about a bad fantasy romance novel? I thought you girls ate those things up like candy,”

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.